| Come lie on a bed of nails and slumber
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| Rise up, but the hands all pull you down
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| My sunshine is wind and rain and thunder
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| I sing, but I can’t make a song
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| So if you want to know where I’ve been hiding all these years
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| Follow the tears, follow the tears
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| Don’t drink from the cup of human kindness
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| It’s a strange brew and poison to the touch
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| Don’t think that they’re saving you the finest part for last
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| Or that you wanted too much
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| So if you want to know where I’ve been hiding all these years
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| Follow the tears, follow the tears
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| Follow the tears, follow the tears
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| We’ll be there for you
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| I believed and I can tell you it’s not true
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| Run away before they find you again
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| The consequence of the conscience
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| Is that you’ll be left somewhere
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| Swinging in the air
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| So if you want to know why I’ve been hiding all these years
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| You might just find the way before the signs all disappear
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| Follow the tears, follow the tears
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| If you want to find me, if you really care
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| Follow the tears, they’re everywhere now, now |